“Yes,” he went on, “some said it was Rohan; others, that it was Charny; not one that it was Taverney. Oh, you have acted well.”
At this moment a carriage was heard to drive up, and a servant entering, said, “Here is mademoiselle.”
“My sister!” cried Philippe.
Then another servant appeared, and said that Mademoiselle de Taverney wished to speak to her brother in the boudoir. Another carriage now came to the door.
“Who the devil comes now?” muttered the baron; “it is an evening of adventures.”
“M. le Comte de Charny,” cried the powerful voice of the porter at the gate.
“Conduct M. le Comte to the drawing-room; my father will see him; and I will go to my sister—What can he want here?” thought Philippe, as he went down.
CHAPTER LXXXIV.
THE FATHER AND THE FIANCÉE.
Philippe hastened to the boudoir, where his sister awaited him. She ran to embrace him with a joyous air.
“What is it, Andrée?” cried he.